It was late, about midnight as I recall. I was just sitting down to study since, as a Resident Assistant, I got very little done during the evening. I had just turned the stereo on to some relaxing music, Kitaro I think, when one of my residents barged into my room.

Steve was totally buck naked and dripping wet. Once he had closed the door, I asked if anything was wrong. He replied, somewhat testily, that someone had stolen his towel from the shower room. He was livid! I don't even think he noticed that he was naked.

I offered him a towel saying, "Dry off. You're making a mess." He did, and then put the towel in my hamper. He then sat on my bed, still naked, and asked what I was doing.

In the habit of teasing my residents, I replied that I was going to study unless he could suggest something else. This particular guy was too cute for words. Small, hairless for the most part, blond, big baby blue eyes... you know the type. Having seen him naked just now, I could also see that his daddy had been good to him in the dick department.

Much to my surprise, Steve put his hands over his face and started sobbing. I sat on the bed next to him and wrapped my arm around his shoulder. In my softest
voice, I asked what the problem was. He was slow to reply as he was quite choked with sobbing, but he got it out eventually.

"Andrew, I didn't get my towel stolen. It's still in the shower room. I came in here because I wanted to talk to you. I think I am interested in men, but I am scared to find out if I am or not. I figured since you were so open about being gay, I could talk to you."

"What makes you think you are attracted to men?" I asked. "I thought you had a steady girlfriend."

"Sure," he replied. "Sarah is great. But I can't make myself have sex with her. I just can't make myself touch her. I can't... you know... I can't...."

"You can't get it up?" I asked.

"Yeah. It just doesn't feel good. Does that mean I am gay?"

"Not necessarily. Have you ever thought about loving a man?"

"Yeees," he shyly replied. "And I thought... maybe..."

"That maybe we could try it out?" I asked. "I'm not sure that's such a good idea. What if what we do does make you happy, and you decide to become gay and maybe you're not supposed to be?"

Steve looked me straight in the eyes and said, "That's my choice, I suppose. All I know right now is that I want you to show me how to make love to a man. Right
here, right now."

I looked down and discovered that his beautiful cock had risen to full height, about seven delicious inches, and was waving furiously in his lap. I reached down and put my hand around it. He jumped slightly. "Must be the first time someone else has touched it," I thought to myself. I took my hand away, and turned his face towards mine, locking my lips over his. His kiss was tentative at first, exploring, cautious. Soon, though, he had parted his lips and was swiping the inside of my mouth with his young tongue. Our